3 near-drabbles

Jul 17, 2005 16:02

All his life, Severus Snape has been told tales of his grand mother's ancestral home.  It is the one thing that seems to make his mother happy- the knowledge that, whatever her husband might say, it hasn't been all that long since her ancestors were lording it over her husbands.

Now he is there. He has gone to the church yard first, wanting to see the setting of the stories his mother told him, about passion and betrayal and a man gone so mad with love that he dug up his dead love’s coffin. The names and dates stand before him. His great-great-great grandmother, the man she married, and the man who loved her beyond all reason.

Catherine Earnshaw Linton, Edgar Linton, Heathcliff.

hp, snape, fanfic, angst, trio, remus/tonks

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